Date: Mon, 17 Apr 2006 13:33:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown
Subject: The Slave Show, Part Ten
THE SLAVE SHOW
By Pete Brown. petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
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Part Ten
Julie didn't seem all that worried that we were later
home than usual, although I saw Dan almost panic as he
realised when we went in to the light that there was a
big grass stain in the back of his jacket where we had
perhaps been a little too enthusiastic as we rolled
around in the woods. But I suppose that if you're
going to cheat on your wife you have to learn to lie,
and later in the evening he was quite brazen in asking
Julie for some stain remover, and when she asked why,
he said that he'd gone out to have his lunchtime
sandwich and had sat on a patch of wet grass. I
listened quietly as this exchange was going on,
keeping my head down and trying not to look at either
of them (and feeling my cock stir, as I remembered the
real reason for the mess on his jacket!).
After supper and when Julie and Dan had done the
washing up, Dan turned to me. "OK, Steve, strip off,
and up on the kitchen table."
I looked startled, and I saw a flicker of a smile on
his face as he continued "We're off to the Essex Show
tomorrow, remember? And it's a long time since you
had a proper trim. Now's as good a time as ever....
So get up there."
I went to undo my jeans, and thought about what we'd
been doing on the way home. "I'll just go upstairs
and wash....", I managed to stammer. "I've been
working hard today.... And I'm, well, you know, a bit
sweaty...."
"You're such a considerate man, Steve", Julie said
brightly. "I bet if I was going to trim Dan's pubes,
he'd not think of that."
"Well he doesn't need it done!", I blurted out before
I thought about it. "He hasn't got a very thick
bush...."
"Steve, how do you know that?"
Fortunately I thought fast, and managed to stutter out
"Well, you know.... After the football.... The
communal showers...."
Julie nodded, but I saw Dan's expression going from
one of almost terror, to one of relief.
I went up to the bathroom and it was just as well that
I'd gone up to wash, as when I pulled down my jeans
and boxers there was a distinct whiff of Dan's ass
juice. I realised that this was going to be a problem
in future as Julie did the laundry for both of us, and
I wondered if she would notice stains on the front of
my boxers. And then, what about Dan's? If we were
going to fuck on the way home, what were his shorts
going to be like when my cum leaked out of him before
he had time to do anything about it? I'd have to talk
to Dan about that - perhaps we'd have to buy new stuff
and change in the woods. But then, Julie would see it
was new.... So perhaps we'd have to buy new stuff and
put if on afterwards, then put the "old" stuff into
the laundry as usual, and throw the new away.... Fuck
me, but our little liaisons were going to be more
difficult to pull of than either of us had imagined.
Still, even after I'd scrubbed myself scrupulously
clean it was pretty humiliating to have to kneel there
on the kitchen table as Julie's hairdressing scissors
snipped away at my pubes - even more so than the first
time, now that it was my lover's wife who was doing
the snipping! And then Dan though he ought to shave
my balls smooth as most of the other slaves were that
way, and I had to endure his touches without getting
hard as Julie was sitting there watching. He picked
up my cock and pressed it against my belly, and
murmured "Just hold it up there, Steve, out of the
way....", and then proceeded to pull at and stretch my
balls as he massaged them with shaving soap, and
scraped the razor over them.
He decided he'd better do my bum then, as increasingly
the judges seemed to like sliding a finger down there,
and fortunately Julie went into the sitting room to
watch TV - I don't think I could have borne having Dan
play with my arse with his wife watching. It wasn't
supposed to be a sexual encounter, but when there are
two blokes who really like each other and one is
touching the other one down there, it's difficult not
to make it one, isn't it? Dan told me to kneel and
pull my bum cheeks apart so he could shave me, but
even as he spread the shaving cream along there, he
was teasing my pucker with his fingers, and stroking
my balls seductively from the back. I could feel
myself going erect as a result of all this, and
whispered "Dan, please... Don't.... Julie might come
in...."
He put his face close to mine, and as he continued to
stroke and caress me whispered "Oh Steve, this is
good.... I don't get to do this usually, do I, as
you're so ready to start fucking me....? So let me
enjoy it...."
I could feel his soapy finger pushing at me, trying
for entry, and he was smiling as he carried on
whispering conspiratorially "Come on, Steve.... Open
up for me.... Stop resisting..... Push out.... There's
a good boy...."
Well, there's not much you can do about it, is there,
when a bloke's determined to get his finger up your
arse? You can hit him, I suppose, but I could hardly
do that, could I? There's just no way that you can
stop a finger going up you without creating a major
disturbance. And, of course, once he was in, I
started to feel that thrill of excitement that you
can't help, even if you don't like having it done to
you.
As we could hear the TV going on with its inane soap,
Dan continued to slide his finger in and out of me and
I was getting more and more excited. Then when he
finally hit my prostate and began to stroke it, I gave
a little whimper, begging him to stop "Dan,
please.... Oh, fuck me.... Sweet Jesus...."
"Shhhh, Steve.... Julie will hear...."
"Dan, stop...." But it was too late - Dan had
reached under me with his other hand as I knelt there
and gave my cock a couple of quick strokes, and the
was nothing I could do to prevent my cum shooting out
onto the kitchen table.
Dan was grinning, and kissed me lightly on the lips.
"Hey, big boy.... A pretty good load, considering what
you did earlier...."
"Dan.... Julie....."
Dan peeked into the living room, realised the soap was
about to finish, and went over to the sink to get a
wet cloth to wipe up my cum. "Dan...", I hissed, "Use
kitchen paper.... That's the cloth Julie uses for the
washing up."
Dan nodded, and cleared up my slick off the table,
tossing the paper into the rubbish bin afterwards, and
then, just as Julie turned the TV off, he said in his
normal voice "OK, Steve. All done.... Pull your
clothes on... We'll watch TV for an hour or so, but
its early to bed as we need to be there early tomorrow
morning to get a good place."
Dan and I sat side by side on the sofa as we watched
one of those American crime shows, and Julie sat
flicking through a magazine, until she got up to make
us a mug of tea. I turned to Dan, and keeping my
voice low so that it couldn't be heard, muttered
"Bastard! Making me cum...."
To my amazement, he risked kissing me, on the lips!
"Shhhh, Steve.... I'm desperate for you, you know that
by now. And we could hardly fuck out there.... And
you liked it, you know that.... "
Julie came back in then with the tea, and we all sat
around just as if they were a normal married couple,
with one of the husband's mates paying a social visit.
I think Dan wanted to stay downstairs when Julie said
it was time we all turned in, and he fussed around
trying to get Julie to go up first - I was terrified,
as if he did I suspected he'd want to fuck and I just
knew I couldn't do it there on the couch with Julie
upstairs, even though I really wanted him. But she
seemed to want to "play" with Dan, as she kept trying
to get him to the stairs, and I heard her whisper to
him when she thought I wasn't listening "Oh Dan... You
haven't been this alive on a Friday night for a long
time.... You're usually tired out..... So let's make
the most of it as you won't be home early tomorrow
after the show.... Come on, big boy.... Even though we
can't do it properly because of the baby, there was an
article in my magazine this week about other ways of
pleasing your man... Come on, it will be fun...."
Oh fuck me, I thought, as I realised what a situation
we were in. If Julie only knew how Dan and I
"played", and how he knew a few tricks of his own to
please a man, as he'd been demonstrating only a few
minutes before out in the kitchen.... It would be the
end of their life together, I felt certain.
I lay on the sofa trying to sleep, but it wasn't easy
as there was a lot of stifled laughter coming through
the ceiling, and I found myself becoming almost
insanely jealous of what must be happening to Dan.
Look, I've told you that I'm not one to fuck blokes,
and it oughtn't to have mattered to me, but as I lay
there, I came to understand that Dan was very special
to me, and that made it worse. I wanted Dan, wanted
to feel him near me, and we were so close, and yet so
impossibly far apart. I'm not usually one to be
unhappy, but I realised I wasn't happy now as I wanted
Dan. No, I needed him.
One way and the other I didn't sleep well that night,
and was not "rested" when Dan shook me awake on the
Saturday morning - especially as he leaned over and
gave me a light kiss, which made me feel worse. "Come
on, big boy.... Up and have a good bath, and a close
shave.... We need to win today, remember..."
Julie had made us breakfast by the time I'd finished
in the bathroom, and fussed around serving Dan and me,
and then in making sure we were both "neat and tidy"
before going out as "presentation" was so important in
these shows. Dan and I left and got into his car, and
then as we drove off, I turned to him. "Dan..... Can
we stop, by the woods...."
"No."
"Dan, please... Stop, please, so we can talk, and I
can hold you...."
"Steve, no. We've got to get to Clacton, and there's
no time for messing around...."
"Is that all it is to you, Dan? 'Messing around'?"
"NO, Steve! You know that. Look....." Dan seemed
lost for words for a minute, then went on quietly
"I've never felt this way about another bloke, Steve.
And it doesn't matter that you're a slave. If things
were different I'd stop right now and hug you and kiss
you.... But they're not, are they? People might
notice my car stopped there...."
"So let's stop somewhere else - I want you, Dan...."
"Steve, we've got to get to the Show. There's no time
for that stuff now. We've got to win, you know that -
I need the money..."
"..for Julie."
"Oh for Christ sake, Steve, don't be fucking stupid!
Of course I need it for Julie, and Shane, and the new
baby.... Look, if I wasn't married, and you weren't a
slave, then we could do all sorts of stuff, do it
whenever we wanted. But we've got to face reality,
Steve: I am married, and I owe a lot of money - not
just on the mortgage and stuff like that, but you know
that I had to borrow to buy you. You'd better
understand, and understand now, that I'm not going to
give up my family for you, however much you mean to
me, Steve. And I'd never do anything to hurt
Julie...."
"What about hurting me? How do you think I feel,
listening to you and Julie...?"
Keeping his eyes on the road, Dan lowered his voice a
bit and muttered "Steve, I'm a married man. I can't
not sleep with Julie... But it's you I want, Steve.
You know that, don't you? You know what it's like
when we're together... But you've got to understand,
Steve, that I'm not free.... And, anyway, you're a
man, a tough strong man.... You can't be hurt by
something like this...."
Well I wasn't so sure bout that last bit. I mean, in
the army they kind of expect you to put up with pain
and stuff when you're training, and in battle.... And
I was used to it. But this was different - this
wasn't something I could see, like a broken leg....
This was a worse kind of pain, as it didn't show. I
felt miserable, and muttered "Dan, will we ever be
able to be together?"
"Oh come on, Steve! We are together! Most blokes who
go with each other don't even live in the same house
as each other, not like we do... If you weren't my
slave, and were just one of the normal workers on the
site, the most we'd be able to manage would be a quick
fumble in the lavatory at the pub."
"It's not enough, Dan..."
"Listen, you stupid idiot, it may not be enough, but
that's all there is, and that's all there can be. I
can't - won't - run out on my responsibilities."
We were silent then for a bit. I didn't know what to
say. I didn't know what to feel, more importantly. I
wanted Dan, wanted to be with him. And even if there
wasn't the complication of me being his slave, what
the fuck could I do? If I carried on demanding him,
he might just walk away. And if I even hinted to
Julie, in the hope of splitting them up, and if Dan
found out I had, it would be all over. And that was
just the position for two ordinary blokes - with me as
Dan's slave, and him having to make money out of me...
My head almost ached, and I sat there slumped in the
seat, almost in despair.
It was Dan who broke the silence, and he sounded sad,
but firm. "Steve, look, I feel the same about you...
I want you, I want to be with you.... But it can't be
that simple. I have responsibilities, and that's all
there is to it. But when we're away like this,
well..... Well we can almost pretend it's just the two
of us..."
"If that's all there is...."
"Steve, I want there to be more, probably more than
you do. But there can't be. So let's try and make
the most of what we've got, shall we?"
I looked at him, and he glanced at me for a moment,
and I realised we were both smiling. "So stop the
car, then, and let me fuck you...."
"No, Steve! We're on our way to show you at the Essex
Slave Show, remember? And you've got to win, boy, as
we need the money. And the way to win is to present
you in absolutely perfect condition, not all worn out
from having wasted his energy in fucking...."
"A good fuck sets me up fro the day, Dan.... Pull
over...."
"NO, Steve! But I tell you what - you win today, and
you can have a special reward on the way home...."
Well, the Show was only a relatively local affair, so
there weren't all the heats and stuff. But when we
got to the preparation and rest area I was delighted
to see Joe, who was looking in particularly fine form.
Mind you, I knew I was in better shape than he was,
and as there were relatively few mid-Europeans entered
that day, I felt certain I'd be winning the prize for
Dan - for some reason the good inhabitants of Essex
seemed to prefer Scandinavians, and there were quite
a lot of little pugnacious Welsh Celts roaming around,
too, arguing with everyone and generally getting in
the way.
I suppose I must have been getting used to it by now,
or perhaps I just wanted to do the best I could for
Dan, but having to parade round in the small G-string
didn't seem so bad - well, I have got a good body, and
I suppose I was proud of it and wanted to show Dan
that other men admired me too. And when the judge
told Dan to pull the string down so that he could
examine my cock and balls, I didn't even really mind
that either - I stood there with my eyes locked on
Dan's as the judge fiddled with my cock, as if to say
"This ought to be you, Dan."
It was a terrible blow when I only came second, and
Joe won! Afterwards he stood there in the rest area
with his big rosette clipped to his nip looking really
pleased, and I didn't know what to say - I mean, you
need to congratulate another bloke when he's won,
don't you? But honestly, there's no way that he ought
to have as I was in so much better shape and condition
- I'm not saying that Joe was fat or flabby or
anything, just that I was absolutely superb, whereas
he was very, very good indeed. I couldn't understand
why the judges hadn't recognised that.
Dan was talking to the Captain, Joe's owner for a long
time and I was impatient to leave as I wanted Dan so
much. So I was seething with frustration as the two
men talked and talked, and I could barely be civil to
Joe who wanted to chat to me as we stood there pulling
our clothes on. But as I had nothing else to do I,
after a time I clamed down a bit and Joe and I had
quite an interesting discussion about slavery - he
agreed that he had a pretty pampered life as the
Captain's "show animal", but he was really worried
about what was going to happen to him next as even he
could see he was getting on and would be out of the
ring in a few years. Still, it was nice to speak to
an older bloke and get a bit of his perspective on
life, and he smiled when he asked me how I was getting
on for sex, and whether Dan let me fuck.... I don't
think he quite believed me when I said I wasn't in to
that sort of thing!
When Dan and I finally left and got into the car I
leaned across and pulled him close to me, and kissed
him deeply, at the same time reaching down and
starting to grab for his cock through his jeans.
"Steve, no..."
"Yes...."
"NO, Steve! We've got to get home. Julie's expecting
us."
"It's always Julie, isn't it, Dan? How about us? Why
can't we go and find somewhere, and...."
"No, Steve! I've told you this morning that I'm never
going to upset Julie. We'll have sex when we can,
but now isn't the time.... We've got to get home."
I sat there in silence for a bit, knowing he was
right, I suppose, then decided to change the topic of
conversation. "Those fucking judges, though.... I
know Joe was good, but I was better...."
Dan just nodded.
"It's so fucking unfair! There ought to be a right of
appeal, or something...."
"Steve, don't worry. It would have been good to get
the first prize, but there was a good load of cash
with the second, too, that will be a real help. It's
not your fault...."
"I know it's not my fault, Dan! It was that fucking
judge... He must be fixated on older men, or
something, to prefer Joe to me...."
"No, Steve, it's not that. It's my fault, really."
"Dan, of course it wasn't! You did all the
preparation perfectly..."
"Not quite, Steve. Look, there was an article in last
week's 'Exhibitors' Slave Guide' saying how important
it was for slaves to conform exactly to the breed
standards, and how increasingly judges were changing
the way they interpreted them. And it specifically
cited mid-Europeans as its example - the breed
standard says that 'Although the vast majority of
European men are not circumcised, judges may award
additional points for a particularly fine cock head,
if this is displayed.' It seems they're starting to
interpret this to mean that you can actually lose
points if the cock head isn't on view. I should have
done something about it, Steve - we both know you've
got a fucking marvellous cock head, but the judge
didn't get to see it, did he?"
"Well you could hardly expect me to fuck him....". I
grinned.
"Steve, this is serious! If we lost the first prize
today because the judge didn't get a good look at your
cock head then we're in trouble - it's not just the
money, you know.... But the photoshoots and stuff like
that: I need to make money from the follow-on
activities with you, too, and they want winners,
Steve..... No-one's going go buy pictures of
second-raters. "
"You can't ask me to do that, Dan, please.... You know
how it is - skinning back is really private: you only
show your head to people you're really intimate with.
You can't expect a bloke to stand there in front of
hundreds of people and 'skin back...."
Dan was silent for a bit, then nodded. "You're right,
I suppose. And, anyway, unless you're erect, skinning
back just makes your cock look small. "
We drove on in that companionable silence that two men
can have together then, even men who are not lovers.
It's just good to sit silently with your best mate
sometimes, isn't it? And of course it's even better
when you are with the bloke you really fancy, as I
was. After twenty minutes or so I even rested my hand
on Dan's thigh, and let it wander up to his crotch as
I just enjoyed being able to do that - I wasn't
expecting him to stop or anything, but I did relish
that special feeling of control you have when you're
holding a bloke's cock, even casually.
Dan didn't stop, though, and when we got back to the
house Julie had supper for us and she and Dan sat
there talking animatedly about the show, as I just
tucked in as I was really hungry. The only time I
really added anything to the conversation was when Dan
started saying how Joe had won, and then I told Julie
about how unfair it all was, and how I'd been cheated,
and how the judge must have had a thing for older
men....
She smiled at me. "Steve, you really are the limit!
When you first came here you hated it all, hated being
shown, having to display yourself... And now you're
cross because you didn't win! That's so typical of you
men - you just can't bear to be beaten: you're always
competing with each other, always wanting to come out
on top. Why can't you just accept that taking part in
a slave show, or playing a game of football, or
something, is just a 'hobby' and it's the taking part
that matters...."
"But we need to win... The money...."
Julie smiled again. "Dan needs the money, Steve, and
he wants you to win because of that. But you want to
win.... Because you want to win! You don't get the
money, after all."
That was, of course, a very perceptive remark. I've
always played games and stuff like that, and always
play them hard, as hard as I can, as I like winning.
But did I subconsciously enjoy displaying my body so
much because of that desire to come out on top? I sat
there silently for a few moments, thinking about it,
until Dan said he was tired out and was going up to
bed, and led Julie to the stairs by the hand.
The next morning Dan woke me up and told me to turn
out quick as we were going off to football, and as he
pulled the blanket off me he even gave my cock a
couple of quick strokes - not enough to bring me off,
but enough so that when he stopped and pulled away I
grabbed for his wrist to try to make him go on - but
he took a quick step back so I was out of reach.
"Come on, Steve.... I can see this is the only way I'm
going to get you out of there in the morning...."
I stumbled to my feet and lunged for him, but he was
too quick, and we were both laughing then. "Please,
Dan..."
"Steve.... Julie's upstairs.... Now, come on! We've
got a match to go to...."
Like most Sundays it turned out that Dan's team was
short of men, so once more I joined the others at the
side of the road stripping off and pulling our kit on
- I did at least have some clean kit now as Julie
washed another set, but it was still very tight on me
as Dan didn't want to spend cash on buying me my own
and I had to wear his spares. It was almost comical,
really, the way the blokes tried to strip their jeans
off and then pull their shorts on as they tried to
look unconcerned as the traffic whizzed by - I reckon
I was the only one who didn't mind at all - I reckon I
was used to being on display by now and standing there
in my underpants was no big deal for me.
I've told you I was a real asset to that team, as not
only was I fit, but the other side really did hesitate
to tackle me hard, and if I charged at them they
tended to let me have the ball. That meant the game
was tough for me as I needed to keep running almost
all the ninety minutes and didn't really ever have a
chance to stop, so at the end of it I was pretty
exhausted and really looking forward to the shower and
the traditional few pints in the pub afterwards. I
saw Dan talking to some of the other blokes as we
straggled off the field towards the changing and
showers block, and once we were inside it was much the
same as usual - the loud banter about sex and stuff,
and everyone stripping off and walking to the shower
area. And as usual one or two of them thought it was
OK to run their hand over my bum, or even grab for my
cock, all "as a joke", of course, as "Steve's a slave,
and it's not like you're doing it to a man."
As usual I stood there enjoying the hot water and the
smell of the soap and the camaraderie of being in a
team, and that fantastic way your body is after hard
exercise. I turned away from them for a minute to
wash my cock properly, as I hadn't showered that
morning so there'd be stuff lodged under my 'skin, and
went back towards the changing area, towelling myself
roughly.
At first, when they grabbed me, I thought it was a
prank - you know the sort of things that blokes do in
the changing room: they were going to push me out of
the doors naked, or something like that (not that I'd
have cared all that much). So I didn't resist, as
five of the team grabbed me and pushed me over towards
one of the open benches in the middle of the room.
But when they sat on me, straddling my body and legs
so I couldn't move, I thought the joke was going a
bit far, and began to struggle - but by then it was
too late as even though I'm strong and fit, there's
just no way that you can throw that many bodies off
you. Dan knelt down by me then, and looked at me.
"I'm sorry about this, Steve, but it's got to be
done.... And if I took you to the hospital, it would
cost a lot of money as it's entirely optional for
slaves and it's not medically necessary. But Ray's a
nurse, and he does this sort of thing all the time....
So I rang him up this morning and asked him to bring
some stuff with him...."
Ray, a pretty quiet sort of bloke who usually just
sat there over his pint afterwards, now crouched down.
He had that "reassuring" kind of voice that doctors
and people use - brisk, no nonsense,
I'm-not-accepting-any- argument, tones. "Now, Steve,
don't worry, mate. I know what I'm doing, as the
surgeons routinely let us nurses do this. It only
takes a minute or two... It will hurt a bit, I'm not
going to pretend it won't , but Dan tells me you're an
ex-soldier so I expect you can take it.... We normally
give anaesthetic, of course, but I'm not licensed to
do that so we're going to have to manage without. But
the lads here will hold you down, which is how they
used to do operations in the old days...."
"What the fuck...."
"Shut up, Steve!", Dan snapped. "I told you yesterday
that the breed standard gives points for seeing the
cock head. Well, there's a simple way to fix that, so
I've asked Ray to circumcise you. He does it all the
time at the hospital, as he's said...."
"NO......". I was shouting at Dan, trying to get him
to change his mind, but halfway through the word my
shout of anger changed to a big howl of pain as Ray
sliced into my foreskin with a disposable scalpel he'd
hauled out of his kit bag.
It wasn't "all over in a couple of minutes", though.
At least five, by my reckoning. And it hurt, hurt
like hell. And what was I supposed to do as Ray
sliced away at me? I was being held down by my team
mates, and I didn't want to look like a wimp to them,
did I? But al l the same, I just couldn't control
myself and my body and legs tried to thrash around as
Ray worked on. It's not so much that it hurt like
when you've broken an arm or something and it's
hanging loose and sending those terrible aching
signals to the brain - no, this was a succession of
sharp, stinging pains as the scalpel bit, and then as
he used a needle to sew up the open wound, and finally
I gave a big roar of pain as Ray slathered the area in
antiseptic.
They got off me, then, and I got to my feet, looking
down at my cock which now had the end all covered in
an elastic bandage. The other blokes all stood
around, and several of them had their hands on their
crotches as if that would in some way ward of the same
thing happening to them. "Fucking hell, Steve", one
of them muttered... "I couldn't have had that done to
me without screaming the place down...."
Dan looked really worried, as he tried to be
matter-of-fact and businesslike. "OK, Steve, all
done.... Pull your clothes on, as these guys are all
waiting to go to the pub...."
"Dan.... why..."
"Steve, shut up! We'll talk about it later...."
"It will be too late then..."
"Oh come on, Steve: it's too late now. What's done is
done. Now stop whining, get some clothes on, and
let's get off....."
Well, what choice did I have, really? And at the pub
they were all so nice to me, coming up and joking, and
saying how they couldn't have stood it, and stuff like
that. And when Ray came over, he just said "No hard
feeling, eh, Steve? Sorry about the pain, but I hope
you understand...."
"Understand that you fucking cut me...."
"Steve, I'm sorry. But Dan asked me to, and if you'd
come to the hospital it would have been really
expensive as this sort of stuff, if it's not medically
necessary, comes under 'cosmetic surgery' and would
really have cost.... Anyway, I did a pretty good job,
I reckon, as you'll see in a day or two - you'll have
a nice smooth shaft still as I've sewn it neatly, and
you'll still be able to have a proper erection as I'm
not the kind of butcher who cuts too much away....
But don't wank for a week or so, and no sex for at
least three weeks, OK?"
"Ray, you operated on me without my consent.... What
about medical ethics?"
"Dan did consent, Steve. The owner always has to do
that when we operate on a slave, so there's no problem
there."
"Hey", one of the other guys shouted. "Steve's got to
be off sex for three weeks! Hey, Dan, do you let
Steve screw, then? I thought slaves just had to wank
themselves!"
There was a lot of laughter from the other guys, but
when Dan answered they all fell silent. "Hey, Steve's
not married or living with a girl friend, like most of
us are. So you'd expect a bloke like him to wank,
wouldn't you? But he does have sex as well, sometimes
- in fact, as soon as he's healed, he's going to be
starring in a series of porn videos.... I've signed
him up!"
End Of Part Ten